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I was wrassling with Galen last night before going to bed. I had my hand hidden in my sweatshirt sleeve to avoid bitings and clawings. As the cat bit and disemboweled my left arm, I started rubbing the base of his tail with my right. I often do this to annoy him and remind him that we have two hands.

Instead, Galen went limp with a quizzical look on his face. I think it was "Damn you - this isn't supposed to feel good... but it does... don't stop!"